ETHAN
I sat in my room, staring at the half-empty glass of whiskey in my hand, and for the first time in a long while, I wondered if I’d gone too far. My words to her earlier in the day played over and over in my mind like a broken record.
I hated that feeling. I wasn’t supposed to second-guess my actions, especially when it came to Camila. She was defiant, headstrong, and impossible to reason with sometimes but was it so hard to marry me?
Was I such an awful person that she found my proposal a problem?
I finished the rest of the whiskey, feeling the burn in my throat, but it did nothing to quench the fire of frustration building inside me. I set the glass down, then changed my mind and grabbed it again, clutching it so tightly my knuckles went white.
The more I thought about it, t
